Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.